Chapter 466
Sophia Laurent's slender frame showed no signs of pregnancy, her waist still delicately narrow.
The intruding woman was noticeably fuller, with a thicker waistline.
The subtle differences were hard to detect at first glance.
The most striking contrast was their hair.
Sophia's raven-black tresses cascaded like silk.
The woman in surveillance footage, though heavily bundled, revealed caramel-colored curls.
These details proved she wasn't Sophia.
William Lowell remained obstinate.
"Surveillance distorts images. Weight gain is normal during pregnancy. As for the hair, she might've dyed it as disguise."
Brows furrowed at his claim, but no one objected.
The possibility existed.
When the pair headed straight for the CEO's private elevator, William froze.
Others remained focused on the screens, missing his sudden pallor.
Sophia had never possessed elevator clearance.
Even during her internship at Lowell Group since college, William had denied her privileges.
She'd always used the staff elevator with other employees.
The two elevators stood at opposite ends of the lobby.
Footage showed them ascending directly to the 32nd floor executive suite.
Without pause, they proceeded to Dr. Preston Quincy's rooftop lab.
The black-clad woman moved with unsettling familiarity.
She swiped an access card through the first security checkpoint.
The coded door yielded to her touch.
Finally, the biometric scanner.
She pressed a synthetic fingertip against the sensor. The light turned green.
Three-tiered security collapsed like dominoes.
Such intimate knowledge of the lab raised fresh suspicions.
Who else but Sophia could navigate the facility this flawlessly?
Dr. Quincy spoke abruptly. "Pull last night's access logs. Verify the fingerprints."
Technicians worked swiftly.
When data flashed across screens, collective gasps erupted.
Records showed the 11:36 PM lab entry fingerprint belonged to William Lowell, current CEO of Lowell Group.
Dozens of accusatory stares pinned the man at the room's center.
"Mr. Lowell, where were you at this time last night?"
Dr. Quincy's question landed like a thunderclap.
William's temple vein bulged. "Dr. Quincy, are you implying something?"